Erica and Giselle, I feel their dislike, annoyance, they don't care about me, they don't like me, I must've done something wrong. Weeks, months ago, 10973 was a family, some of my favorite people. I remember the first night together in the apartment, them getting donuts, Natalie and I watching a bad movie together, feeling home and safe. Now, I feel like I'm someone they couldn't care less about, because I messed up. I feel like I'm being punished for taking things for granted. And there's no going back.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."